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In 2018 I posted 66 times. Only 66 times.Yesterday I met a therapist, (because I am finally crying "uncle.") She asked what I "do" and... I mused over the options, and went with "I'm a facilitator," because I love a good euphemism. Then writing came up, and I admitted to being a blogger, too. When she expressed some awe and respect, I felt strongly compelled to add, "Anyone can blog, honestly. I'm not what we call a 'successful' writer." And I like to think that what I am expressing is plain-speaking, and not false modesty, or self-effacing. Hmm... did I mention I've started therapy?

January 21, 2019

11:30 am

Yesterday we did some serious research and calculation for one of our build projects: The Oh-So Big Swing for All! It's my Christmas present, because I have been hinting, longing, asking, suggesting, and wishing for a really big swing... one that makes a grown-up feel 6 years old. Now it's under construction, and whoa is it a tough build. Sorry, Geoff; my ideas always seem so easy, in my head. Being super tall and made of steel, it is super heavy, and we need a (safe) means of raising it. We went to a local playground to test their swing. It's actually satisfactory, sort of, at 8' high. But why not 12'? And William is holding out for a clear 14' high. I am already having fun... and we are just beginning.

January 14, 2019

10:19 am

Classes begin in February... and I am enrolled in oil painting, and yoga. If this were a text, I would include the wide-eyed and anxious emoticon. I love emoticon communication. Maybe too much for some people's taste. Yoga. I need it. My body feels weak, scared, pained, reluctant. Or am I describing my emotions? I am quite certain, more than ever, that my emotions and my body speak for each other. Whoa... that was deep. I think I am going to just let that sink in, and I will ponder further.